I never really had the desire to fit in and I have never felt out of place in any setting UNTIL I had a baby and it was time for him to start school. No I am not ashamed of being a single young mom but when my son started elementary school I noticed there were no other moms that were in my same situation. I live in a small city south of Atlanta and it is super suburban. If you have ever seen the movie Pleasantville then that’s exactly how it is where I live. I mean for goodness sakes people drive around in golf carts for transportation! I swear that every fucking mom here looks like June Cleaver and they all stay at home while their husbands worked. Basically this city is for married, older and settled families and I am single, still partying and get broken off with some good dick whenever I can get it. I felt that women would not approach me in random conversations about what cute thing their child did yesterday or even invite my child over for “playdates” and freshly baked brownies just because I did not meet their qualifications of what a mom should look like and when I say qualifications I really mean married. I felt judged because I did not come to every school event with yoga pants on and a treat for all of the kids in the class.
It took me one school year to get over the feeling of being an outcast when I realized that most of these women are living a façade. Quite frankly I could give a fat fuck about all of that fake fluffy shit but it just bothered me to know that they probably stereotyped me because I am a single young mom. I realized that most of these women were married but they were NOT happily married because their husbands were cheating while they were on business trips. I also realized that a lot of these women have no lives outside of their kids so they chug wine and pop anxiety pills just to cope. I also noticed that these unhappy women would not divorce their husbands because society says differently and they had nothing else to fall back on. In a nutshell these women have fucking issues. Sadly, seeing their problems made me feel better about my situation. It is not that seeing others miserable made me happy but that being single was just a minor issue versus what the other women may deal with day in and day out. Basically what I am trying to say is that the grass is not always greener on the other side and it is not always smart to throw rocks when you live in a glass house.
The Single B*tch